This is Lauren posting as Brance (he’s taking a nap and I didn’t want to wake him by getting my computer from our bedroom).
In one of our Boston posts Brance briefly mentioned our interrupted trip to Harvard Yard and that I would tell the story. Well here I go - finally, the long-promised story of the missing shoe…
I must begin by saying that it seems stories of missing things could easily become a regular theme around here as I’m not the best at keeping organized and well, the mobilization of our dear Haddie hasn’t helped matters any either. Things going missing have become a daily, if not hourly, occurence at the Gillihan residence. I’m sure I have at least one hundred stories of things gone missing over the past few months that I could share with our readers… a shoe’s mate mysteriously vanishing to be found hanging out with the dust bunnies under my bed, favorite pens suddenly missing critical working components, keys to the vehicle taking a leisurely stroll from the table to the kitchen trash can to hang out for awhile, or my personal favorite – Haddie’s hairbrush going missing only to find it taking a swim in the toilet (that’s when we decided to gate the bathroom). And though I’m sure you would find some of these stories pretty hilarious, at least we have, none of them are as intriguing as the story of the missing shoe.
Before Brance and I discovered the glories of mass public transportation in Boston (we’re simple rural folk) we abused our feet.









































































